Grief

Sons and daughters they’ve raised.
Cloth of love they’ve shared for years.
Cancer attacked the foundation – took them off
to hell for a decade and a half (called off remission).
Cancer reached the wuthering heights of America.
It became a country at war with itself.
Child soldiers marching through – matchstick men every one
thinking that they were the nation’s best.
That made me feel so small and inadequate
We weren’t intimate friends but did that matter
In the end nothing did because with time
You forget and there is a kind of peace that comes with that.